Thursday, September 22, 2011


The place I stand, embrace or later retrace. Giving circumspect to singularity or crying out. What will be the definitive stroke to this masterpiece of adulthood? Consistently followed by the reality my shadow casts...a longing for belonging can be abortive by nature or the slave to settle debts with said abscess. Will the clairvoyance evoke from a warm laugh? Perhaps an honest remark or familiar soul...whatever the source my solace is, it isn't revealed by any finite tribute or acclaim. Just a bare belief, i will be found.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

The Artist

Ideas of restoration
and love for theory notation
respond in reverberation.
Clefs align for presentation
result in commune adulation.

Sing to me with your heart so free
and a grip so tight of pulse that beats.
Attuned to needs of industry
with which it suffers atrophy.

Brave souls bridge gaps and usher belief
new school of thought, an uprising.
Creative lines exalt reprieve
pressure left from former defeat.
Uncharted ground is all he seeks...